Puppy a snack, A is whack

Well get’ter up and peruse a pup being fleeting of fleas, along to a Market “Basket” filled and flowing but not OVER with what Rover on land or see, I bee buzz-ed not anymore—with what I enjoy “Red Bulls” of fanciful dance-y Royalty balls—dressed in B&W custom Tuxedo—and what to do you know, taking it slow, take it gentle or I have a Traumatic Brain Injury of Raised-In Bread, in stead to make my MENTAL’s investing in “metals” so heavy my hips the lips of a pocket and slipped in Silver ounces, along with JMbullion.com fashionables—that... again “Mental”—for I am a man with a powerful right hand—Designer Brand and beaches afloat the seaside SAND of what and “and” when coming out the spout of a customary, what about?